Wir hatten im Fernsehen den Bericht ?ber die ?berwachung mit Kamerasgesehen. Ich war der Meinung, dass das sowieso nicht half. Selbst inStr?flingsklam...tten k?nnte man ?ber die Stra?e gehen, und keinen w?rde esinteressieren.Die Diskussion wurde hitziger, und endete schlie?lich in der Wette. Ichw?rde das anziehen, was sie mir gab, und durfte 24 Stunden von ihr nichtgefunden werden.Nat?rlich war ich nicht bescheuert und schloss alles aus, was mirbedenklich erschien. "Keine Kleider von dir.. One by one they all left the room till Carl was left in their with the long haired guy, he then kissed Carl and went to his bag and pulled out a double headed dildo.They laid down on bed with their legs intertwined and proceeded to place the dildo into each other they wiggled each others asses that they were two inches from touching each others. They formed a good rhythm then another man entered, A 50 something black male with a 7 inch cock, a little pudgy but very handsome. He kissed Carl. ‘Journey into Melanie’s Reality’ is almost complete now, and the remaining chapters will be posted soon. ***** He woke slowly, half-dreaming… but it was no dream. Her face was above his, her breasts dangling lewdly over his chest. And her hips were pumping hotly on his cock embedded in her sex. She panted as she watched his eyes flutter open: – Good morning my sweet. Sorry, couldn’t wait. I woke wet and needy. Hope you don’t mind? Her smile was bewitching, illuminated by love. His heart. Marauders over the mountains, from a land some said was myth. Freedonians could never bring themselves to believe the stories of sporadic travellers - a country with completely different religion and culture aggressively expanding its borders. She was awoken by the sound of shouting, screaming, and horses hooves. Suddenly the town was ablaze. Everything was confusing. All the men are killed, the women tied up and placed in large carts pulled by strong horses.The journey lasts for days, through.